A5 D5 Slow down, little girl G5 A5 You've lost your way in this world A5 D5 Slow down and start again E5 A5 You'll feel much better in the end [Enter trumpets] Am A5 "Annie's always been a live one," says the matroness A5 She never cries, she never lets her sorrows get the best of her D5 She makes a kind of music of the buttons popping off her dress E5 A5 She knows it's just the way it goes on the dark streets below. [Trumpets] A5 A5 Adele came from a decent town, scraped by for her first month's rent A5 Guessed with her brains she could find a job in management D5 She showed promise in algebra but now her talent's spent E5 Counting other people's dough on the dark... streets below! [More trumpets] A5 D5 A5 E5 A5 D5 A5 So get up kid, you're not licked yet! E5 I never knew a time when you wouldn't take a bet E5 A5 D5 Slooooooooow down, little girl G5 A5 You've lost your way in this world A5 D5 Slow down and start again G5 A5 You'll feel much better in the end A5 August's from the old country, came over on a ship A5 It was like a floating oil drum , it barely made the trip D5 She knew that she'd been screwed as soon as she pulled up to the spit E5 A5 Now she knows it's girls like her who compose the dark streets below E5 A5 E5 These folks got nowhere left to go but the dark streets below A5 E5 The dark streets below A5 E5 The dark streets below A5 E5 The dark streets below A5 The dark streets below!